Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.